Her feet were filthy and her legs were caked with mud.Only Gwendoline, with her fine, smooth skin and golden hair - hair which seemed miraculously to ...ook after itself and shone as brightly as the late autumn sun - still possessed some remnants of female charm. But even she was by no means free from blemishes. Her back still bore plenty of evidence of Richard's unpleasantness to her. She also had her fair share of scratches and had been stung by nettles on her arms and thighs."I think we ALL. " she said, and then she hiccupped a little. "Hell with that. Come back and get your car in the morning." Ten minutes later, we staggered into my apartment. "My sofa turns into a bed." I pointed out as Sara looked at me before going demurely into the half-bathroom. (The bedroom has a full bath) I walked into the bedroom and removed my white shirt, sitting on the king-sized bed and waiting. She came into the room and closed the door and sat next to me. She looked into my eyes and said "God, I'm. " I enjoy the sex we have now." You're wonderful to say so, but I know you Denise. We're different in that respect. I'm not crazy about giving up orgasms but I've learned to live without them. You're very different. Sex and orgasms are tremendously important to you. You need them." Nonsense. I orgasm when you kiss my nest, and even if I didn't I would love you every bit as much." Again, what a beautiful thing to say. It's why I love you so much. But I know that what you say is not altogether. There's someone I want you to meet."Ignoring my reluctance, she led me in the opposite direction from where Angie and the Tonks couple were standing. As I turned away, the sound of Angie's laughter rose fleetingly above the background chatter, and I turned and gave her one last look and saw her smiling easily, warming to the attention she was receiving. I found it hard to believe she was enjoying the interest this geriatric couple was lavishing on her.We moved through the crowded room hand in.